No, I think I'm fine. [Translation: nothing has been hindering him so far so he's clearly fine????? But in truth, he hasn't sustained too many injuries. Most of the blood isn't his either. It should be alarming how accustomed he's grown to that, but it's far easier to brush it off.]

[He tries to take Grell's words to heart. He really does. There are good ways to look at either option, so he just nods, albeit slowly, like he's trying to convince himself of it.] First we should probably figure out what the fuck is happening here and how we get out. We can accomplish anything otherwise.

[A beat.] I know it's a shitty situation, and I shouldn't be - but I really am glad to see you, Grell.